The illness came like a mountain, and Song Wenbin definitely felt the weight of these words at this moment.
After the winter swimming, he felt something was wrong and felt dizzy. But he didn't care. After all, he had also challenged places as cold as the Arctic and Yakutsk.
But when he was about to meet a well-known abstract anchor in the afternoon, he couldn't stand steadily and suddenly fainted at the train station.
Su Tina and Huo Yu on the side were almost frightened, and the photographer and director who were traveling with him were also frightened. A group of people carried him to the car and sent him to the hospital.
I don’t know how long I was dizzy. I was still dizzy until someone urged me, "Get up quickly! Get up quickly!"
In the hazy state, Song Wenbin once again saw the guy who looked exactly like him, with that imminent desire.
"What are you doing up?" he asked in a daze.
"Get up and prove yourself, people outside are scolding you, can't you hear it!?"
"Aren't you afraid of death...I seem...very dangerous now..."
"You are so scared! They look down on you! You have to act like a human being! Let them break the defense! Those selfish urban elites, those refined middle-class citizens! Those intellectuals who have received so-called higher education! You are stronger than each of them! Make them helpless! Let them break through the defense!!" The voice became sharper and louder until it roared.
He didn't know where the strength came from, and he woke up abruptly. This conference was not over yet, and he wanted to continue discussing swords.
When he woke up again, Song Wenbin only felt someone beating gongs and drums in his ears, and violent and noisy sounds kept ringing around him.
"...Viral fever should be caused by low immunity." Someone said next to him, his voice coming and going.
"But this symptom is too scary. It's over 40 degrees..." A woman said anxiously, and something cold was placed on his head. It should be a hand.
"...It's true that you have a low immunity and you are still wandering around. I don't dare to stay outdoors today..."
"But...he was never like this before..."
"It is common news these days that young people die from overwork. Young people should be vigilant..."
"Ah...doctor, don't scare me..."
Song Wenbin, who had just woken up, felt his stomach churn. He crawled to the bed without warning. The world in front of him seemed to be boiling, and even the trash can became abstract and grotesque.
vomit!
He vomited lifelessly into the trash can and vomited all over the place.
After vomiting, he felt a little better, but in an instant, he lost consciousness again. The people around him seemed to be screaming, but all the sounds were drowned out by the sounds in his own head.
"It's over!!" Someone shouted in his head: "You will fall off the altar like this!!"
"I'm sick." Song Wenbin muttered.
"How could I be sick! How could I be sick!! I will never be sick!!" The person who looked exactly like him pointedly accused: "If you are sick now, what will others think of you! They will think you are afraid! They will I feel like I won!!”
"Let them win..."
"They keep winning!! From elementary school!! to high school!! to society!! They keep winning!! Why!!!" The voice became more and more harsh.
Song Wenbin was sluggish, and the two voices tearing back and forth made him lie on the hospital bed like a dead person.
When he woke up again, it was already midnight, and the noisy and chaotic sounds had finally subsided. It's just that my nose is very blocked and my throat hurts like a knife.
A slight dripping sound came from beside me, and even without looking, I could tell that it was a hanging bottle.
"What should I do...how could this happen..."
Song Wenbin heard someone sobbing beside him: "He has always been in good health."
"How could this happen?" Someone said angrily: "In the middle of winter, you are tossing around with a group of ruthless anchors in the snow, swimming in the winter, eating chili peppers, and drinking brine. If he doesn't vomit, who will vomit? If he doesn't have a fever, who will have a fever!?"
"You're not looking for a dragon! If you weren't looking for a dragon, would he be like this!?" Sutina continued to bury the blame.
"You... I asked him to contribute before, and you have a share!" Huo Yu began to share the blame before the sickbed.
"I..." Sutina started to cry again, "What should we do if we don't wake up? What should we do with this show..."
"Okay, stop arguing, it's giving me a headache."
Song Wenbin said weakly and hoarsely.
"He's awake!"
Sutina changed her crying tone and said excitedly.
Huo Yu immediately looked over, his eyes bright, but he didn't speak.
Song Wenbin stared blankly at the ceiling of the hospital and asked, "How long have I been sleeping?"
"It's been four or five days." Sutina said quickly.
Four or five days... Song Wenbin thought to himself that this was similar to when he was sleeping at home. Time passed quickly and there was no memory.
"Where are the other anchors and Internet celebrities?" Song Wenbin asked.
The concern on Huo Yu's face instantly turned into irritation, and she said angrily: "I'm still thinking about your ridiculous activities. The fever hasn't gone up yet, right?"
Su Tina reached out and touched Song Wenbin's head. She breathed a sigh of relief after finding that it was not that hot, and whispered, "Many of them have come to see you, and they have also given you a lot of fruit baskets and tweed."
As Su Tina pointed to the side, Song Wenbin turned around and saw that his ward was quite spacious with two beds. The other bed was filled with fruit baskets and various bouquets, which were piled up into a small hill. Seeing the gifts sent by his peers, Song Wenbin felt a lot more comfortable.
"Everyone hopes you will get well soon." Sutina said.
"It will get better..." Song Wenbin murmured.
Suddenly, a feeling of excitement surged up, and his expression changed. Struggling to get up, the two female colleagues were shocked and quickly asked: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"My bladder is going to explode," Song Wenbin said.
"Ah!! He hasn't gone to the toilet for several days!!"
Sutina said.
Huo Yu quickly helped him up. Song Wenbin was weak and almost fell down. Huo Yu put his hand under his ribs to support him. So Su Tina picked up the bottle and Huo Yu supported him and went to the toilet. Song Wenbin was very embarrassed and asked his colleagues to leave as soon as he sat on the toilet.
But after his colleagues left, he didn't hear them walking away, and he couldn't help but be very angry.
"You two, stay away!!" He said angrily from inside.
"What's wrong?" The two of them were worried about Song Wenbin's health and did not dare to go far.
"I can't pee when you two are outside!" Song Wenbin said loudly from inside.
Huo Yu:......
Sutina:......
At least he's gone.
After finally being liberated, Song Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief. Weak but independent, he took the bottle out and sat on the bed again. Colleagues outside heard the sound and came in again.
"You are quite thin-skinned." Huo Yu came in and dismissed him.
"Come on," Song Wenbin said, "You two haven't slept in the past few days."
"Don't be so stinky." Huo Yu said angrily, "Weining has other colleagues who will take turns taking care of you, but it's our turn tonight."
Song Wenbin saw that the two female colleagues had dark circles under their eyes and they were not in good spirits. He was afraid that they had not slept well recently. He sighed and urged: "Go and rest quickly. You have worked hard these days."
"Is it hard? At least we didn't drink pepper water."
Huo Yu said seriously: "We can't go through this trouble anymore."
"I'm old..." Song Wenbin said, his voice getting hoarse.
Huo Yu quickly picked up the water cup next to him and fed him some water.
"You're still old, and you're not that old. You're going crazy. You're from the south, and you come to the northeast to compete with the people from the north. How can you beat them?"
"It's just the master's mission." After drinking the water, Song Wenbin felt a little more comfortable. He lay on the bed melancholy and said helplessly.
Five days have passed. After this happened, it is impossible to continue to live. We can only hope that the previous wave of enthusiasm has satisfied the needs of local residents.
"What did the director say? Did he help you find someone?"
"Yes, they said they found an old man who was 99 years old and has not died yet. He has a pretty good memory." Sutina said, "However, you have been sick, so we didn't go."
After a pause, she muttered again: "It's just right, I don't really want to go."
Song Wenbin looked at Huo Yu: "Aren't you going too?"
Huo Yu seemed a little hesitant. She said, "It's already been a long time. I'm worried about going through more trouble..."
"Let's go." Song Wenbin interrupted her: "Have you ever given an explanation to our investors? If she is not satisfied, we will never end the tossing."
